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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.