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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.