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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.