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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.