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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.