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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.