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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Buckinghams to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.