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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.