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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.