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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Visage,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.