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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.