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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Technova to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
JFA,
Interpol,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.