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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rekid to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.