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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.