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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.