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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.