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 France 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.