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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.