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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.