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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.