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 Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Magma,
AZ,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.