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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.