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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.