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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.