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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 Mumbai and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.