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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
UT,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.