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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
the Association,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.