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 Australia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Organ,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.