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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 snare 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
The Evens,
X-101,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
June Days,
UT,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.