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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.