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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.