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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.