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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
AZ,
Can,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.