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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.