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 Niger and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.