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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.