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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
The Move,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.