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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.