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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat 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.