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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
ABC,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.