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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kinks to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.