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 Netherlands 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.