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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.