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 Finland 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
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.