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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.