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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.