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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.