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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.