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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.