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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.