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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.