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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.