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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 June Days to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.