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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
The Victims,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.