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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 güiro 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 Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.