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 Congo 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.