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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
X-101,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.