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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.