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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.