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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.