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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.