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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Gong,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Technova,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.