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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.