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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Seeds to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians 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?
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Cameo,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.