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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.