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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.