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 Moldova 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.