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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.