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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.