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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
CMW,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.