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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.