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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Darondo,
cv313,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.