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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
The Move,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.