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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.