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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy 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?
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.