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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.