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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.