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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.