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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
ABC,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.