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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.