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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.