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 Afghanistan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
the Swans,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
The Move,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Mars,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.