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 Belarus and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.