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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.