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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Television,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Monks,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.