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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.