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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.