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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.