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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.