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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.