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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
X-101,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.