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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.