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 Argentina and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.