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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.