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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 mellotron 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.