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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.