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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.