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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 the Human League to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.