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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.