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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.