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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Scion,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Nico,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Can,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.