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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.