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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.