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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 organ 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Suicide,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.