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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Nas,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.