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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.