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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.