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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.