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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.