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 Lebanon 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.