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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Nas,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.