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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
This Heat,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.