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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.