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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.