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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.