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 Canada 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.