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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Ludus,
The Motions,
MC5,
Excepter,
X-101,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.