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 India and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.