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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.