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 Kazakhstan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.