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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Fear to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Can,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.