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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.