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 France and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.