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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.