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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Television,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.