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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Slave,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.