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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Organ,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.