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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Index,
The Associates,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.