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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.