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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
The Standells,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.