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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Hoover to the rap 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.