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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
The Names,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
MDC,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.