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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.