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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.