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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.