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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Can,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.