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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.