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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.