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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Wings,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.