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 Eritrea 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.