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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Gories to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
The Move,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.