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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.