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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Gong,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.