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 Jordan 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.