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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.