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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.