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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.