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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Brick,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.