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 Iraq 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.