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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.