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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Stooges,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.