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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Wings,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.