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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.