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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.