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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.