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 Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.