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 Latvia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.