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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.