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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.