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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.