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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.