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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.