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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Pole,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Wings,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.