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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.