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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.