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 Argentina 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Wake,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.