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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.