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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.