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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.