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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.