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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.