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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.