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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.