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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 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 Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.