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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.