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 Tonga and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.