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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.