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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
cv313,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.