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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.