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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.