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 Iran 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Magma,
The Residents,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.