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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.