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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.