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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.