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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.