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 France and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
UT,
The Fall,
Monks,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.