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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
New Order,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.