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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.