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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.