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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.