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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.