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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Swans,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.