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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the rock 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.