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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.