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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gories to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.