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 Luxembourg 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.