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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.