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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.