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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
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.