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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
ABC,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.