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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.