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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
The Busters,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.