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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Franke,
Faust,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.