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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.