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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.