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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.