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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.