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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.