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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.