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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.