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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Gong,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.