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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.