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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.