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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.