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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.