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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.