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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.