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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Human League to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.