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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
The Move,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.