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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.