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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.