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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.