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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.