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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.