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 Djibouti 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.