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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Can,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.