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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.