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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.