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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Sonics to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.