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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.