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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.