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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Cymande,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.