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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Faust,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.