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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 guitar 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.