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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.