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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.