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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Television,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.