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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.