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 Swaziland 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.