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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.