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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Pole,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.