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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.