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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.