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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.