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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.