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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.