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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.