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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.