Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.