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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.