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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gories 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.