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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.