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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.