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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.