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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.