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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.