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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.