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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.