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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Pagans,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.