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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.