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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.