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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.