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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.