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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.