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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Pagans 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.