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 Maldives and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.