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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.