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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.