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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.