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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.