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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.