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 Chad 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 UT to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.