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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Magma,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.