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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Human League to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
UT,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.