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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.