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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Minutemen to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.