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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.