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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Wire,
The Star Department,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.