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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.