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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Darondo,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.