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 Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Mars,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.