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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.