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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.