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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.