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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
UT,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.