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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.