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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.