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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Skarface,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.