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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.