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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.