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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.