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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.