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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Pylon to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.