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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.