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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.