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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.