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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
The Martian,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.