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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Faust,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.