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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.