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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill 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?
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Section 25,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.