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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.