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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.