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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.