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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.