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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.