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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.