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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.