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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.