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 Laos and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Nico,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.