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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.