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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Index,
Television,
Crime,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.