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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.