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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.