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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.