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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.