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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.