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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.