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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Organ,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.