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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.