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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Selecter 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Wings,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.