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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.