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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
X-102,
JFA,
Pole,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.