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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.