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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Sonics 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.