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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
the Association,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.