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 Kiribati 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Index,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.