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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.