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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.