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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.