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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
New Order,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.