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 Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.