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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.