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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.