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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Cluster,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.