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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.