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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.