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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.