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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.