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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.