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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.