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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
CMW,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.