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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.