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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
PIL,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.