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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.