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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Joe Finger to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.