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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.