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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.