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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.