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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.