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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
PIL,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.