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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Residents to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.