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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.