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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
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F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.