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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.