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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Television,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.