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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Neu! to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.