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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Can,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.