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 Malawi 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.