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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.