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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Lalann,
X-102,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.