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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Smog,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.