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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.