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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.