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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Chrome 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
JFA,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.