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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.