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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
ABC,
The Evens,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.