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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 snare 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 Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.