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 Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.