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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 Milan and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum 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 Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
UT,
June Days,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.