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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.