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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.