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 Rwanda 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Wake to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.