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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.