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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.