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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.