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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Gang Green 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Slave,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.