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 Slovenia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
cv313,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.