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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Crime,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.