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 India 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.