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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.