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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.