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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Smoke to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Can,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Crime,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.