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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.