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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.