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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Main Source,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
the Association,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.