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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.