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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.