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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Liliput,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.