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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.