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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.