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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.