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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.