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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.