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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.