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 Mexico 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.