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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.