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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.