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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.