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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.