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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.