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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Toasters 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Television,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.