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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.