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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.