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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.