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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.