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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.