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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Dirtbombs 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Litter,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Organ,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.