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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.