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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.