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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.