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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.