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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Fugs to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Moebius,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.