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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.