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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Q65,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.