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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
MC5,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.