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 United States and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.