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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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?
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.