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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.