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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.