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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.