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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.