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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.