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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.