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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.