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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.