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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.