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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.