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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 Paris and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.