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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.