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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Scion,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.