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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.