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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.