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 Brazil and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.