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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.