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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.