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 Iceland 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.