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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.