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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.