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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.