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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.