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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.