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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
New Order,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.