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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.