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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.