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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.