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 Singapore 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.