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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s 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 The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.