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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.