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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Music Machine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.