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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Can,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.