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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.