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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.