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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.