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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.