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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
The Move,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.