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 Cyprus 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.