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 Serbia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.