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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.