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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Wire,
Pole,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.