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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.