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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.