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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Ludus,
ABC,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Gong,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.