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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.