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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.