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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.