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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.