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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.