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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.