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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.