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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
June of 44,
the Slits,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.