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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.