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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.