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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
X-101,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Japan,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.