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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.