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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.