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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.