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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
DNA,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.