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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Magma,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.