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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.