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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Television to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.