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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.