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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.