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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.