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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.