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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Kayak,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.