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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
cv313,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.