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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.