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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.