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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.