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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.