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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.