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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Organ,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.