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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.