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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Technova,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.