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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.