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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.