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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
PIL,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Flipper,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.