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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.