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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.