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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Television,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.