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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.