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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.