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 Algeria 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Whodini,
Television,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.