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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Television,
The Leaves,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.