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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Can,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.