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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
UT,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.