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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.