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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Doors,
Deakin,
The Motions,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.