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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Livin' Joy 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.