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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Fear to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Q65,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.