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 Latvia and from New York.
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 Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.