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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.